Monday, October 01, 2018

Toxic Apples? Poison Trees.

Teachers know well “the apple does not fall far from the tree.”
The annual parent-teacher conference attests and affirms its wisdom: teachers
can generally detect in parents both the praiseworthy and cringe-inducing
traits found in students.

As an educator, I have followed the way “toxic masculinity” has
come to describe elements of our wider culture and to all-male student
environments. The idea, as I understand it, is that our culture and school
sub-cultures provide males a “script” of masculinity. To perform the male role,
a “man” must truncate his emotions, act aggressively, have no qualms
objectifying woman, and meet with skepticism if not hostility opinions
questioning these “manly” traits.

I’ve caught glimmers of this. While monitoring the student section
at sporting events, we had to be vigilant lest the contagion of an ignorant or
offensive chant – often culled from YouTube or movies – infect the section and
lead to scandal. Bullying or hazing behavior, more often than not, was a
reenactment of actions that had been perpetrated against the current
aggressors. Off-color jokes were seldom original to my students – they were
heard on tv or at home. In general, their “toxic” behaviors were
less self-initiated than imitated.

The French theorist René Girard has helped make sense of these
phenomena. He observed that many of us assume we desire in a linear way: I
desire product A because I am rational and independent. His study of literature
led him to challenge this model. His insight was that “we desire according to
the desire of another.” From cell phones to jeans, most of our desires are
mediated to us. We want what we want because we imitate others’ desires. This
is the secret of marketing: advertisers do not just sell a beer
or a car. They entice us with a lifestyle, they try to get us
to desire a way of being. Eden’s serpent was the first of advertising’s Mad Men.

I mention this because conversations about “toxic masculinity”
vis-à-vis schools presume young men inhabit a world akin to Lord of the
Flies with little or no adult supervision. This is not the case. At
preparatory schools, I can’t imagine students roaming without supervision or
lingering in locker rooms. I think the “bro culture” at some schools and sports
teams can magnify and exacerbate problems, but they are not the root of the
problem. Toxicity’s source is, I suspect, not just closer to home. It is the
home. The “toxic masculinity” we justly decry does not originate apart from the
family. It is learned through imitation as part of it: poison trees beget toxic
apples.

Any toxic culture’s core is found in a sense of exceptionalism:
rules, cultural and social mores, simply do not apply to me.
Teachers see this. We talk about drinking, educate against racism and sexism,
and many of us try to set a good example. Sure, there are faculty who normalize
deviant behavior with a wink, but I think they are exceptions. But pundits are
woefully out of touch with reality if they assume any school can,
single-handedly, transform or reform students. In the end, however, students
are at school for around eight hours a day, in our classes for approximately
forty-five minutes. They go home to their families, they find support in their
families, and they look to the examples set by their families and friends. If
our lessons are not reinforced at home, they are worthless.

I don’t need to stretch to produce examples. We knew well that the
heaviest nights of drinking took place not when parents were away but when they
hosted. They “justified” this by saying that if the kids were going to break
the law, they should at least do it in a protective environment. Rather than
calling them to a higher standard, or an acknowledgment of the law, they teach
an important lesson: “Some follow the rules some of the time.” Little wonder
their sons “go and do likewise” so cavalierly, albeit with less restraint and
potentially life-altering consequences.

Now consider: when a student is caught cheating, whose reaction is
most volatile? In my experience, the perpetrator will eventually break down in
tears or at least express some contrition. My worry, as a teacher, was the
parents. The more affluent the parent, the more strident the protests of
unfairness, the more clamor over how “this will impact college prospects,” the
more threats – veiled and not so veiled – were made against the institution.
Even when the student knew he had been in the wrong, in the vast majority of
cases the parents sprung to his defense. The refrain: we know the rules, but he should be given an exemption, he should be the exception. In my
experience, the best parents do deal with were those of a humbler background
and they regularly supported our decisions. Their logic, like ours, tended to
be the same: better to be caught and punished for something relatively minor
than to allow this to become a settled habit that will be far dire when stakes
are higher.

Our culture is sick. We ricochet from one outrage to another, one
“moment of reckoning” to another, yet little seems to change. We’ve grown adept
at calling out sins of commission – seemingly endless scurrilous accusations
and public trials affirm this. This needs to be complemented with a cultural
examination of our sins of omission, the ways we are and remain willfully blind
to our complicity in this. In the old days, we used a now-derided word to
describe how we find ourselves in this mess together: sin. Many avoid this word
because it is feared it will make someone feel guilty. Well, perhaps that is
just what is necessary – perhaps people really need to wake up to not only how
they are guilty but how they pass this guilt on to others.

Jesus admonishes: “By their fruits you will know them.” Genuine
repentance does not call for hand-wringing and flaccid mea culpa’s. It demands
rolling up our sleeves and doing the hard work of tending to our roots – civic,
ecclesial, and familial – to pare away instances of blight, to reassess our
desires and our priorities, and model the integrated masculinity and femininity
we want to see in the next generation.

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